I don't get bone-chilled too often, but I am this morning.
My client, who never contacted me in, oh, 4 months, was set for trial in 2 weeks. He sat across from me not 48 hours ago and we discussed his case and his life more broadly. He was quite entrenched in what he wanted to happen, facts be hanged. This morning, I rang his number to talk with him about a settlement offer when -- to my surprise -- one of my witnesses in the case answered his phone. My client died last night of a heart attack. I've had clients die with cases pending before, but not on the eve of trial. And, this guy was just lost as a goose. I'm mad. Extremely mad. What good is what I'm doing if I can't sit down and do as Jesus did by confronting him about his mortality and his eternity? Sick about this.